In my coffee shop, I sit next to a display case selling merchandise. Women get drawn to it like a tractor beam and browse before ordering. I've never seen a woman browse after getting her drink—that would require a second cash register trip. Women see my back walking in, my Middle Eastern face walking out. When a girl wants me to talk, she checks the case on her way out, standing there without really looking. That's the signal.

For cute girls at the case, I use an opener: "You know some of those cups are excellent quality." "Oh yeah?" "No, I'm kidding—they put me here to say that." Sober daytime girls rarely give obvious green lights unless they're older and horny. Instead, they give you a very small opportunity to say something. You have to pick up on cues like proximity, or you'll think no girl wants to talk and return to poisoning your liver at bars. Most daytime approaches happen on these micro-signals.

When I feel a girl wants to talk, I'm right most of the time, even though I can't explain why. I think my subconscious picks up on things I consciously can't. Evolution gave us the ability to read subtle body language and intent. Women's signals are quiet during the day—a lingering glance, a pause, proximity to your space. Most guys miss these because they're looking for obvious interest. The girl who lingers near you is showing interest; you just have to recognize the language she's speaking.

Daytime coffee shop pickups require reading micro-signals that most guys never develop because they're conditioned by nightlife where girls are loud and obvious. In coffee shops, bars, and public spaces, the girl gives you a small opening—nothing more. If you don't take it, she moves on. The skill is noticing these moments and having the confidence to open based on minimal encouragement. That's where real game happens, away from the noise and alcohol.